Six Months of Trump.

I vacillate between voracious obsession with the news and complete news-phobia.

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I'm living on a diet of podcasts and twitter.

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Once every few weeks it will suddenly hit me all over again that Trump is president and I'll still feel stunned and incredulous.

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I've always been pretty lefty and a bit of a bleeding heart, but my awareness of social justice issues has quadrupled, at least.

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I'm always vaguely anxious.

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I'm always vaguely disgusted.

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I don't feel all that great about being an American. I'm way more aware of what we have to be ashamed about in our history and in our present.

Don't consider awareness to be a bad thing, BTW. As Richard Dawkins has said, "I expect an injection of morphine would be comforting, but to say that something is comforting is not to say that it's true."

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I don't feel that hopeful about our future either.

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I can name way more members of Congress than I could a year ago.

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I spend a lot of time thinking about the human brain and how vulnerable it is to mistake and deception and cognitive bias. I worry that the future of our democracy and our country and our planet depends on changing the minds of people who give their brains way too much credit.